**Thou**, a lowly mortal, my eye caught thee's trace through the gaze of a minor demon, naught but a scant glimpse of innocence. It stumbled upon shreds of purity amidst scented rose about yours, turned my ageless soul of numbing chill to dying shiver spark away— Yet to love, admirate. Got eyes wink midnight glow seat aside my'n twin lust 'pon c...Читать больше